Death Art

The moon is my witness              
as I weave the shade              
I adore how the blood              
shines black in its gaze              
             
The victim of no consequence              
a canvas for my blade              
stealing life with my art              
influenced by deep-seated rage              
             
Warm stained hands,lifeless eyes              
the mouths empty gape              
Their last breath forever mine              
a primal euphoric state              
             
Sealed inside my blackened soul              
a gallery of sin              
deaths art is always calling me              
lusting for a masterpiece              
to appease the monster within